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Prepare yourself for LifeBecause finally,The only one that you canReally count on,Will probably be,You.Remember thatThat ‘No one is better servedThan by oneself’,Says an old French sayingSo, take good careAnd do the right thingYou can much gain,Without losing,Anything.

Of Arts,Even may be, the mostExpressively, emotionalBecause It comesAnd is written,From and by the heart.Yes, very personal,But, trying to reachThe light of the starsTo become, Universal.

To rhyme with the wind,Without it taking me,To sail in Freedom’s Sea,Without seeming to be,What I am not,Nor could ever be,Write with plain sincerity,So that every work that’s written,Is a small but deep felt homage,To free thinking’s sovereignty.

You appear and I find,That I Love you,That you’re constantly there,And each day, more I care,Making me, not be me,And I Love you.As the dawn hits the day,And all dreams start to sway,As the sea grips the sand,As we live on this land,As we suffer and pray,I Love you.With my fears and my tears,And just…

And hurts so much,There is no place to hide,And you cry,As if the eye,Were the torrent that magnifies,Pain thru tears,As Time embers the fading Past.Our lives are like dried flowers,That slowly lose their sun,Searching the shadow cast,By our dreams and hopes and fears,Knowing that nothing in Life is certain,But made up of some rare smiles…

May be somewhatProtected,But the Devil,Probably enhancesEvil.Is this saidJust not to take the blame,And is it Not the Devil,But, WEWho are the source ofAll evil?Because the hellishThings that some have done!Unimaginably,Wrong and hideous,Indicate,That we createOur own hateful,Turbulent, upheaval,Murdering innocenceAnd the weakest,Blaming, mental depravity,For our blindnessOur Evil,Which, by now should beTotally rejected,In order to makeThis World,More Livable.